I had a moment today in T@rget. I was stocking up on Kleenex, Goldfish, Boogie Wipes…the usual suspects. I reached into my bag looking for chap stick, lip gloss…NADA. I peered into the depths of what has become the Mama Bag and just started laughing. It was chaos in there…and nothing that you would expect to find in a purse…especially not my gorgeous Tori Burch bag.

When I was a young, single, convertible driving chick, I carried teeny little handbags. Inside you would find:

Keys

Cell Phone

Lipstick

Starbucks Breath Mints (because you never know!)

My gym card (because I was a Nazi about working out in those days)

Movie Ticket stubs…I used to go all the time

a plastic bracelet from a club (often hastily removed in the hospital parking lot on my way to work)

And in the “secret zipper area?” Motrin. For those days that I am removing the plastic bracelet mentioned above.

Now? My handbag is filled with stuff that doesn’t belong to me.

Keys??? Um…no. My keys would never be anywhere that conspicuous!

A half empty–or half full (Depending on your state of mind) bag of Teddy Graham’s

Ha – so so sad and so true. And as they get older, it changes but not really for the better. Now there are movie tickets but the movies are lame kid movies. The awesome sunglasses do not belong to me – they are for my daughter. The snacks are things that are flat and small so I can pack lots in between sports and activities – like fruit leathers. There are hair ties – not for MY hair (which is perpetually tied up) – and change…for the “lucky coin fountain”. And yes – lots and lots of starbucks receipts but mine are for “kids caramel steamers”. Sigh.

Oh, that’s really funny because I had the same “wow, who would have guessed” moment about two weeks ago as I found Annie’s bunnies and a pair of 3T undies in my purse…and that’s just the tip of the HUGE iceburg. So funny.